Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

back against it,

been teaching her how to love. Only this man had told her that she could also be the one to

many choices, but he also invisibly cut off all her retreats, forcing her to

always felt angry and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed to achieve any real impact or result. A deep sense of frustration

on the bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the window. Her mind

unclear how much time had passed. She

morning light was faint, and all things

up, she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in the living room.

her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager to

a strand of loose hair behind her ear and replied, “I slept well.”

from outside, his gaze involuntarily fell on

dark, long hair was casually curled behind her head. A few strands fell in front of her forehead,

watery radiance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and

made David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a poet describing the beauty and elegance

back, let’s have dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when she noticed

senses and silently tightened his grip on the small green medicine bottle in his hand before

a chair for her.

she sat down, David pushed the chair in a little with a smooth